My friend Brittaney has a big tub of popcorn at her house – one of those tubs that is split three ways and filled with plain, cheese, and caramel popcorn. Chris took one look at her tub and decided he needed one as soon as possible. Today we bought one for our family, but mostly for him. He begged the whole way home to start eating his special treat. I said: “No, no, no – we can wait until we get home.” So he patiently waited. We walked in and opened it right away. He had taken two glorious bites when his sister came over to share in the delight. Then she bumped into the bucket, knocking every piece of popcorn onto the ground.
Christopher handled it surprisingly well – there were no tears and he didn’t once tell Emmy he was very mad at her. He did tell her to sit in time out, which she did, but with a handful of mixed popcorn – fresh from the floor. Thank goodness I had the foresight to buy TWO buckets.